Folk, Flocks, and Flowers

Nothing actually stands between saying, “The river sang,” and “It was as if the river sang,” other than a set of rigid rules that forbids the former from being more than a metaphor. -Fr. Stephen Freeman

Friday, December 31, 2021

Now the Year Is Over

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  Where I grew up, we often sang a hymn in church called "Now the Day Is Over," and it remains with me today, despite likely not h...
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Sunday, December 26, 2021

Second Day of Christmas Snow!

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I'm usually the first to wake up in our house, and this morning followed that pattern. Part of me had a hard time refraining from waking...
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Saturday, December 25, 2021

Christmas Snow

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  This is the Christmas "tree" of my in-laws, actually branches arranged in a vase. The branches come from a big evergreen out in ...
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Wednesday, December 22, 2021

Why are there so many churches in this place?

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Some years ago, I was reading something. That's almost all I can say for sure about it. I don't remember if it was a book, or a maga...
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Monday, December 20, 2021

Advent in Varaždin

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Before writing about Varaždin, here's a picture from our neighborhood church. We got out after a night of less-than-ideal sleep and walk...
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Sunday, December 19, 2021

Over the Ocean and Through the Woods

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My hopes for the "same old routine" written about in the last blog post here did not go as planned. A leak discovered by the peopl...
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Thursday, August 12, 2021

The Same Old Routine

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Coronamnesia. I don't think it's a real word. And I don't think I'm the only one to use it. But it's a real thing. Our m...
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Sunday, February 14, 2021

What Do You Have that You Did Not Receive?

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I don't remember exactly when I fell in love with cellos. But it was a long time ago. It was the sound. The lower register, the smoothne...
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"Love all God's creation, the whole and every grain of sand in it. Love every leaf, every ray of God's light. Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day." ~Dostoevski, Brothers Karamazov
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